Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
I feel kinda happy as I grab my toothbrush. It’s my toothbrush now. This is the 3rd time I’m using it. I just need a little cup or something to put it in over here.
He gave me a fresh bottle of water to bring to bed after I finished the other one, so I use that to brush my teeth.
“Minty fresh,” I say as I turn back to face him.
He smiles faintly, then takes my hand and drags me out of the bathroom, shutting the light off as he passes through the doorway.
The bedroom is dark, so I have to light up my phone screen to see better so I can plug in my charger. As I do, I remember the drawer right beside me where he kept his spare charger—the drawer with all the condoms.
My tummy sinks with nerves realizing we’ll be right here, with condoms so near.
Is he going to fuck me tonight?
I won’t say no if he wants to. I’m surprised at myself even thinking that, but I remember how much he made me want him last night, and how he’s taken care of me tonight, and that was so nice of him.
I imagine us tangled up in bed together, his hot skin pressed against mine, his cock hard with desire just for me.
Arousal stirs between my thighs.
I want it.
Maybe it’s not love, but maybe it doesn’t matter. I’ve never wanted to have sex with anyone else.
Only him.
What will it be like? Will it hurt? What will he be like? Will he be rough, or tender? How will it feel when he’s inside me?
How will I feel after?
I push back the blanket so I can climb underneath. He’s already settled in on his side of the bed, lying on his side, watching me.
My lips are suddenly dry—somehow—so I grab my water and take another quick sip before I settle in next to him with my head on the pillow.
I’m facing him, and it’s the most intimate feeling in the world.
We’re in bed together. Really in bed together.
He doesn’t say anything, and I’m nervous thinking about the condoms and sex. Wondering if I’ll be any good, or if he’ll be disappointed.
He’s used to women with experience, after all. I don’t really know what I’m doing.
Self-consciousness has me tightly in its grip, but I get the playful urge to pull the blanket up and cover the bottom half of my face with it.
“What?” he asks, seeing my eyes flash with mischief.
“This is my first sleepover with a boy.”
His deep chuckle reverberates in my chest and sinks right into my heart. “I am not a boy.”
“I know,” I answer, but my heart nearly stops because before I’m even finished with the last syllable, he reaches over and grabs my waist, dragging me closer to him.
My tummy does a somersault, but I grab his shoulder and spread my thighs so he can position me how he wants me.
He doesn’t pull me on top of him, or even under him. He just pulls me close so my thighs wrap around his leg and we’re tangled together.
That’s nice. I relax a little, resting my head on his bicep on the pillow.
“I forgot about the rule,” I whisper, since we’re so close.
“What rule?”
“I’m wearing panties in your bed.”
He chuckles at me again. “It’s okay. I made the rule up.”
“Just wanted to get me out of my panties?” I tease.
“Maybe.”
Something thick and hot seems to twist through my chest. Summoning courage, I speak my next thought. “Do you want me out of them now?”
Desire thickens his voice as he murmurs, “Maybe.”
I lick my lips. I’m wrapped around him wearing pajamas, but I shift my body off his so I can reach for the waistband of my pants.
I barely get them past my hips and he grabs my hand to stop me. “Don’t.”
My eyes widen. My heart sinks. Uncertainly, I bring my gaze to his. “You… don’t want me to?”
“If you take off your panties and lie here like this in bed with me, I’ll fuck you. There’s no other way that can go.”
“Oh.” I pause, face flushing, but I know he can’t see it. My cheeks burn as I whisper back, “Well, that’s okay.”
“That’s okay?” he reiterates, a touch of disbelief in his tone.
I nod uncertainly.
“Why is that okay?”
“I… I don’t know. Don’t you want to?”
“Aren’t you sort of dating my son?”
I shake my head no. “He likes another girl, he’s just making it seem like we like each other to get her attention. I’m going along with it as payment for tutoring lessons.”
And I guess… so I can see more of you.
Obviously, I don’t say that part.
Shock registers on Milo’s handsome face, then it shifts to amusement. Finally, a mix of indulgence and begrudging respect. “Maybe he’s my son, after all,” he jokes.
I smile faintly. “Yeah, he’s using me, but not for sex.”